Yes, I drink Red Bull. I drink it like an Appalachian toddler with a dirt mustache and a tractor license. It's not so much that I like the taste, which I do -- who can't appreciate the idea of drinking robot piss then chasing it with shots of TheraFlu? And it's not so much that I want to be jacked up and jittery for the next 20 minutes. It's just that I'm the type of dude who really wants to crash 21 minutes from now in an anxious sugar rush withdrawal. Plus I'm working toward some of those floppy piano key teeth that you see on cartoon hobos. Short of injecting my incisors with meth, I can't think of a better way to achieve that goal. I'm what you might call proactive. I suppose I could just skip the gateway drug and move straight to windshield wiper fluid though. Come on, if they didn't want us to drink it why do they make it such a refreshing, "mountain chill" blue?
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